You and me and Devil makes three

Chapter 14 - Hell-flavored, I've got mood poisoning

"Are you okay?" he asked after a while.

"Yes," I said without looking at him.

My mobile begun yelling from the table and I leaned forward and grabbed it. Saved by the bell.

"Hey," I said to Jenny.

"How are you?" she asked.

"I'm fine. Having breakfast," I said; my voice still sleepy.

"With Oliver?"

"Yeah."

"Sweet. We're going to get together with the guys later today for coffee," She told me. Did she mean that Oliver and I should go? What would I tell my friends? Who was I suppose to introduce him as?

"I don't know," I said. But Jenny knows me too well.

"Shut up and stop freaking out! You don't need to label him. I'll tell them he's just a friend who's visiting," she said but she spoke again before I could say anything "Pass the phone to Oliver,". I narrowed my eyes and gave Oliver the phone.

"'Ello Jenny," he smiled and took the phone. He removed his hand from the cushion behind me and let it rest on my thigh. I took a sip from my coffee while Jenny was talking to him.

"In about two hours I think," he said and looked at me as if asking for my permission. I nodded in response.

"Okay," he chuckled, making me furrow my eyebrows "Bye," he said and left the phone on the table.

"What did she say?" I narrowed my eyes at him. I shifted on the couch in order to look at him.

"To drag you out of the house," he laughed.

"But why?" I groaned and threw myself back onto the couch "I want to stay home and talk to no one," I pouted as I laid on the sofa; my legs bended in front of Oliver. He laughed again and positioned himself between my legs. He rested his arms on my stomach and his chin on his fingers.

"What about me?" he pouted. I looked at his adorable face and narrowed my eyes. I almost made him smile.

"That face doesn't work on me, angel," I told him but somehow his face turned even more irresistible. I almost attacked him with my lips. I controlled myself and narrowed my eyes even more.

"Come on," he pouted.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening to its original shape "Kiss me," I ordered, my voice hoarse. A grin appeared on his lips right before they touched mine. I wrapped my legs around his tiny waist as my hands tangled along his soft and wavy hair. A moan escaped his lips as our tongues brushed against each other and I could feel him growing hard against me.

"I want you," he mumbled against my lips. Maybe I should keep a condom inside my underwear when am with him; it's always needed. I squished his butt in response as I chuckled silently at the thought. He slightly got up and reached out for a condom from the coffee table.

He pulled back, resting on his knees, pulled down his boxers and put the condom on. He came back on top of me, supporting his weight on his left hand and with his right he pushed my underwear to the side; making little circles on my clit.

"Already wet," he grinned and bit my lower lip softly. My right hand rested on his waist while the left was against his neck.

"Wet enough?" I smirked.

"Dripping wet," he smirked back and moved a little bit. I recalled the first time we had sex, I asked him if I was wet enough for him and he replied that he could make me dripping. I was pulled out of the memory as I felt a small pressure between my legs and let out an unexpected moan as he entered me slowly. He pushed my left leg upwards with his free hand as he kept moving in and out of me. My hands gripped his back tightly; keeping him close as he breathed against my neck.

"Kiss me," I moaned; my voice gruff. His lips found mine and locked together into a sloppy and wet kiss. I pulled my legs further apart and I broke the kiss by moaning loudly as he hit my spot. He remained where he was as we breathed and moaned in each other's mouth.

He stiffened and climaxed soon afterwards while I followed him moments later; moaning loudly. He released his weight on top of me while still inside of me; my legs wrapped around his waist.

I felt a well known pain on my lower stomach and suddenly I understood my mood swings earlier; it was PMS. Fuck. I sighed and Oliver shifted above me. He rested his weight on his hands, gave me a soft kiss on the lips and removed himself from me, standing up and walked to the bathroom.

He was supposed to leave yesterday but stayed behind to be with me. And now we only had three or four days before my period would come. Just great. He will probably get bored and want to leave.

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Title Credit: You and me and the devil makes 3 by Marilyn Manson